I'm having a difficult time keeping my eyes on the road. Those gorgeous legs and your tight pink short-shorts causing my prick to swell in my pants.
Trying to get my mind off your charms for a moment, I make a stab at conversation. 'Did you have a good time at the picnic Ellie?'
'Oh yes Mr. Anderson, but I'm afraid I had a bit too much to drink.'
'You're okay. You don't feel like you're going to be sick do you?'
'I think I'll be all right Mr. Anderson. I am feeling a bit dizzy though.'
'Call me Frank, Ellie. You're an adult now aren't you? How old are you?'
'Twenty-one sir... er Frank.'
'No boyfriend in the picture Ellie? Pretty little thing like you should be beating them off with a stick.'
I take another long glance at the crotch of those shorts. Is that a wet spot? The area directly over your pussy looks darker pink than the rest. I squirm in my seat trying to reposition my boner which is now starting to throb in the confines of my shorts.
'Well I had a boyfriend, Robert, for a while but he went away to college and apparently found a girl he likes better there.'
'What a shame. Pretty girl like you deserves some special attention.'
'Special attention? What do you mean?'
'Well I'm sure a sweet young lady such as your self has some urges. Were you and Robert intimate?'
'We never went all the way, if that's what you mean. I mean I wanted to but I kept chickening out. I'm afraid I haven't had much experience in that department.'
By this time I'm certain you've noticed the considerable lump in my pants. I catch you glancing sideways at it and I'm sure I can detect a new flush in your cheeks.